The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

When Shen Yifei heard Liu Jinling say that his upright and gentlemanly father had actually come up with such an idea, he was both amused and exasperated.

The image of his father, so spirited and imposing, in his mind now had a touch of everyday life.

"Uncle He, are you saying that my father appears to be very upright, but does this kind of thing behind the scenes?" Shen Yifei's smile was somewhat lewd.

Liu Jinling rolled his eyes. "What do you think? Your father may seem respectable, but he's actually more cunning than anyone else. He once told me that to gain a foothold in the cultivation world, fighting and killing alone isn't enough; you need your own intelligence network. And the best intelligence network is brothels. When men drink and go to bed, they'll say anything."

"Brilliant!" Shen Yifei gave a thumbs up. "My dad really is a genius."

"Genius my foot!" Liu Jinling cursed irritably. "He's certainly got it easy. He just talks, and I do all the dirty work. These past few years, I've been running the Drunken Immortal Pavilion in Yong'an City and secretly controlling most of the brothel business in the cultivation world. I'm working like a dog."

Hongxiu smiled and said, "Lord Yun may complain, but he's more dedicated than anyone else when it comes to getting things done. If it weren't for these things, we would have lost contact with the princess and the master long ago."

Upon hearing the word "princess," Shen Yifei's heart clenched. "Uncle He, you've also been searching for clues about my mother?"

Liu Jinling was silent for a moment, then picked up his wine glass and took another sip. "Looking? Of course I've been looking. Ever since your father's accident, I've been investigating the whereabouts of your mother and that 'Sky-Covering Umbrella.' But the Demon Realm isn't a place you can just enter whenever you want."

"Uncle He, the Sky-Shielding Umbrella? Can this thing really ward off that so-called heavenly tribulation?"

Shen Yifei had heard before that the three major sects besieged the Tianyan Sect in order to seize a supreme treasure that could evade heavenly tribulations: the Heaven-Covering Umbrella. Now, the whereabouts of the Heaven-Covering Umbrella has become the biggest mystery in the cultivation world.

Liu Jinling didn't answer directly, but instead picked up his glass and took another swig. The wine dripped down his chin and onto his clothes, but he didn't notice.

"The Heaven-Shielding Umbrella is an ancient artifact. After your father discovered the secret of ascension, he began searching for a way to resist celestial punishment. He searched through ancient ruins and finally found a record of the Heaven-Shielding Umbrella in one of them. The record says that the Heaven-Shielding Umbrella can conceal celestial secrets and block the connection to the Great Dao. With it, cultivators at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage can avoid the detection of the Immortal Realm and thus remain there."

Shen Yifei's heart raced. "So, with the Sky-Shield Umbrella, we can break the ascension scam?"

"Theoretically, yes. According to the clues in the records, your father did find the Sky-Shielding Umbrella. However, in order to ascend to immortality with your mother, he didn't have time to verify it before the people of the Celestial Punishment discovered it! Your mother disappeared with you and the Sky-Shielding Umbrella."

"Uncle He, is my mother currently in the demon realm?"

"Not necessarily, I'm still looking, but I've finally found you. Come on, kid, let's not talk about anything else today. I'll check out Changtian's son and see how he can hold his liquor."

Shen Yifei knew that Yun Zhonghe was addicted to alcohol. At the demon-slaying conference, he did nothing but drink. He remembered that Yun Zhonghe had said he drank five jin of liquor.

He was already a little tipsy after drinking five jin (2.5 kg), so his alcohol tolerance isn't that great.

Shen Yifei picked up his wine glass, chuckled twice, and said, "Uncle He, I, Shen Yifei, may not have any other skills, but when it comes to drinking, I've never been afraid of anyone."

"Oh ho, quite the boast." Yun Zhonghe slammed his hand on the table. "Hongxiu, bring out my three jars of 'Century-Old Immortal's Wine'!"

Hongxiu chuckled. "Master, those three jars of wine are your lifeblood. You usually don't let anyone touch them. You're finally willing to take them out today?"

"Of course I'd give it up! How could I not!" Yun Zhonghe waved his hand. "I'm so happy today. I've finally found Changtian's son. Forget three jars of wine, I'd be happy to tear down my entire Drunken Immortal Pavilion!"

Hongxiu turned and left the private room, returning shortly afterward with a black jar in her arms. The jar wasn't very large, and it had a yellowed seal on it, with several runes drawn on it.

Yun Zhonghe took the jar, tore off the seal, and the moment he lifted the mud seal, a rich aroma of wine instantly filled the entire private room.

Shen Yifei sniffed hard, and the small vortex in his dantian actually started to spin. The little monster on the cauldron lid opened its eyes and let out a low roar.

"Excellent wine!" Shen Yifei couldn't help but exclaim.

"Of course." Yun Zhonghe poured him a bowl. "This 'Immortal's Intoxication' is a treasure I've kept hidden in the underground wine cellar of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion for 120 years. I originally agreed with your father that we'd bring it out to drink when our children grew up and got married... Ah... Come on, bottoms up!"

Yun Zhonghe poured himself a bowl of wine and drank it all in one gulp!

Shen Yifei felt a pang of sadness, picked up his bowl, and said, "Uncle He, this is a toast to you. You've worked so hard all these years."

After saying that, he gulped it down in one go.

As the liquor entered my throat, a fiery heat slid down my throat, followed by a warm sensation that spread throughout my body.

Shen Yifei felt as if he were soaking in a hot spring, and the small whirlpool was slowly rotating, just like sipping wine.

"Good wine!" he exclaimed again.

"Again!" Yun Zhonghe poured him another bowl.

The two of them drank from bowl to bowl. Hongxiu poured wine for them and occasionally drank a few cups with them, but most of the time she just looked at Shen Yifei and smiled.

After finishing one jar, they brought over another.

As they drank, Yun Zhonghe opened up completely.

"Yifei, do you know how much of a bastard your father was back then?"

"Uncle He, tell me, what's wrong with my dad?" Shen Yifei's gossip instincts were immediately piqued.

"Why did he meet your mother first, and not me...?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yifei thought to himself, "This is bad news. Could it be that this old man has also taken a liking to my mother?"

Then Yun Zhonghe continued, "Your mother was the real beauty."

Yun Zhonghe squinted, as if recalling, "The first time I saw your mother was on Cangwu Mountain. She was dressed in white, standing under a pine tree on the mountaintop, the wind blowing her skirt and long hair. I will never forget that scene in my life."

"Uncle He, are you also captivated by my mother?" Shen Yifei asked with a smile.

"Hmm... Ah, no! Don't talk nonsense, you brat..." Yun Zhonghe glared at him. "I'm happy for your father. He's finally met someone who can tame him. You haven't seen how your father acts in front of your mother. He's like a complete idiot, even stuttering when he speaks."

Shen Yifei imagined the scene and couldn't help but laugh out loud. The peerless beauty of the human race was actually nervous in front of her mother.

The two drank and chatted. Shen Yifei couldn't remember how many bowls he drank, but he remembered that Hongxiu kept pouring wine for him. One jar after another was emptied. Yun Zhonghe's words became more and more frequent, from Shen Changtian's embarrassing incidents to the clues about the Immortal Punishment that he had found over the years.

Later, Shen Yifei felt his head getting heavier and heavier, and the Yun Zhonghe in front of him turned into two, and then into three.

"Uncle He, I can't go on..." He slumped over the table, his eyelids too heavy to lift.

"This is nothing. Your dad used to be able to drink for three days straight without passing out. When it comes to drinking, I admire no one but your dad. You should at least be able to... well, you still need to work on your alcohol tolerance..."

Before Yun Zhonghe could finish speaking, he slumped onto the table and started snoring.

Just as Shen Yifei was about to drift off to sleep, a voice rang in his ear, "Young Master, let me help you back to your room to rest."